I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

You can tell by the way the girls whisper about him when he walks by in school that they want him. It makes me jealous but not for the reason people would think. Good hunting partners are hard to find.

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.